A bird comes often and sits
on the cold window sill.
Sitting on the outside
it keeps looking in
as if to say, " I can see through you;
see your colors!"
And so long as it sits there, I keep away from the window.
because I know
how it is with the birds in snow.
I wonder if I open the window
will the bird come in or fly away
back to the sky in the winter gray.
on the cold window sill.
Sitting on the outside
it keeps looking in
as if to say, " I can see through you;
see your colors!"
And so long as it sits there, I keep away from the window.
because I know
how it is with the birds in snow.
I wonder if I open the window
will the bird come in or fly away
back to the sky in the winter gray.
4d
Between the sips of the coffee in hand
and reading the words blurred by the vapors on the screen
the mind often wanders too far.
It connects with a world with its own autonomy
and comes back to reconnect with the world of words.
How is that for widening the reading's horizon?
Up and down,
dark and brown,
just like the coffee in my hand.
and reading the words blurred by the vapors on the screen
the mind often wanders too far.
It connects with a world with its own autonomy
and comes back to reconnect with the world of words.
How is that for widening the reading's horizon?
Up and down,
dark and brown,
just like the coffee in my hand.
But I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors...
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors...
But I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors...
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors...
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